Crooked Pinky Toes, the Pow-Pow part of Hockey, and Eating for Two.

I was eavesdropping on Brian tucking the girls in tonight:

So what do you think the baby is going to look like?

She's going to have a WILD face! (This was said by the ever imaginative, Holland)

I think she will have 10 toes.

Do you think she will have crooked pinkie toes like mommy, or perfect pinky toes like daddy? (I'm married to such a brain-washer!!!)

She will have perfect toes like daddy!

I think she will have black hair and be the same age as me.

I want to change lots and lots of diapers.

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We attended a hockey game the other night. Since the girls are starting soccer next weekend and have been learning the rules, I kept referring to soccer to compare the similarities while we watched. When we left, Holland told me that she wants to play hockey. I told her that she gets to play soccer this weekend, instead. She was excited about that and said, "Yes! I get to play a soccer game and then I get to pow pow during the game, too!"

I was hoping the "pow-pow" part of hockey would go unnoticed. No such luck.

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Each time we go to the grocery store, Liv wants to loudly comment, so that fellow shoppers can hear, that we need lots and Lots and LOTS of food because I have a baby in my tummy. The other day, she was eating a cookie. She offered me a bite, which I politely took. When I refused another, she told me of the importance of two bites: one for you and one for baby. It was so very sweet.